Gu Lan allowed her to ponder. She had the entire night to wait for her to speak.
She also wanted to know what the true face of Su Zhixue, whom she thought was gentle and kind, really looked like.
And how did the former number one scholar of Dayan, the Third Imperial Brother who was so good to Brother Hang, the Third Prince who willingly faced death to plead for his younger siblings, end his brief life?
After a long while, Su Zhixue opened her eyes and asked, "Does Young Master Gu still remember last year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet?"
"Mid-Autumn?"
Gu Lan's index finger curled at the joint, tapping the tabletop before her. Although she didn't know why Su Zhixue asked this, she still recalled in her mind.
